Not long ago I
was planning, hypothetically of course…ehm…, on living my dream. The dream was
triggered by an acquaintance who bought himself an apartment in Spain. He told
tales of very high standard, all facilities, gym, swimmingpool, security
services, maintenance, tennis court, golfing, beach near by…, with enthusiasm.
There was no ending to the luxury and comfort available. “And the best part,”
he said, “it cost next to nothing!”
I went online,
curious about what he was talking about. I scrolled through the real estate for
sale ads, but I didn’t find anything which had that instant appeal to me. There
was no luxury apartment I thought would be somewhere worth visiting on a
regular basis. Nor would I want to live in any of them. I mean; If you buy a
vacation home you really should enjoy the stay, even if you rent it out to
others for long periods of time.
What I did find,
however, was a run down vineyard, just outside a picturesque village. The stock
looked dead, or at best very neglected, as did the house. But to me it looked
like heaven.
Here we live in a
development where the houses are really close to one another, and the yards are
very small. I long for space; room for air and light and my own sounds.
I have dreamt of
a place like that for a few years, but now it became more of a attainable
reality. The place was there; just like I had imagined. It looked like the
perfect place for me to live and wind down; A haven where my hectic lifestyle
should change into lazy days of effervescent creativity.
I planned on a
bench around the olive tree in the yard, with blue, checkered, cushy seating.
In the branches I would hang empty jam jars with candles, there would be a
table… at least 5 meters long with room for at least 20 people eating 3 hours
long meals.
All in all I
pictured this abandoned farm full of life, laughter and abundance. Lemon-,
olive-, apricot trees, herbs, vegetables, fruit, berries, fresh bread and
cheese…
I could almost
feel the mild evening breeze and smell the scent of a good life. I would learn
how to write, sew, paint, take wonderful pictures and just live.
The thought of
going to bed in the evening, knowing what the weather would be like the next day,
was alone a thought which was very appealing to me.
All geared up and
excited I told my significant other (my husband) about it all, painted the
picture in every positive adjective I could think of… and his response?
He looked at me
for a few seconds, and I could tell I wouldn’t like what he had to say… “Hun”,
he said, “I don’t even mow the lawn…”
